#ki

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse

Sookie, what have we done? And to whom?" "I killed a chicken. And I cooked it." "Sookie, Sookie. My bullshit meter is reading that as a false." -Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse

You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right? ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse #sookie-stackhouse

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#charlaine-harris #club-dead #sookie-stackhouse-series #the-southern-vampire-mysteries #true-blood

I'm just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead ↗

— David Byrne

#talking-heads #this-must-be-the-place #home

Cinta, sebuah kata yang tak persis pengertiannya, kecuali ketika kita merasakan sakitnya. (h. 475) ↗

— Goenawan Mohamad

#kata #sakit #cinta

Semua taktik yang merugikan diri sendiri itu, jika boleh disebut dengan satu kata, itulah cinta. ↗

— Andrea Hirata

#cinta

And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#love #love

Mark came home late one frozen Sunday carrying a bag of small, silver fish. They were smelts, locally known as icefish. He’d brought them at the store in the next town south, across from which a little village had sprung up on the ice of the lake, a collection of shacks with holes drilled in and around them. I’d seen the men going from the shore to the shacks on snowmobiles, six-packs of beer strapped on behind them like a half dozen miniature passengers. “Sit and rest,” Mark said. “I’m cooking.” He sautéed minced onion in our homemade butter, added a little handful of crushed, dried sage, and when the onion was translucent, he sprinkled n flour to make a roux, which he loosened with beer, in honor of the fishermen. He added cubed carrot, celery root, potato, and some stock, and then the fish, cut into pieces, and when they were all cooked through he poured in a whole morning milking’s worth of Delia’s yellow cream. Icefish chowder, rich and warm, eaten while sitting in Mark’s lap, my feet so close to the woodstove that steam came off my damp socks. ↗

— Kristin Kimball

#farm #farm-life #food #food

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments, or it might have been half an hour-or possibly several sunlit days- they broke apart. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor